A bright, piercing light stabs at my eyes.

I squeeze them shut, but it’s no use. My head is pounding. It feels like my brain is suddenly too big for my skull, like it’s trying to push its way out.

I force my eyes open again, just a little. Everything is too white.

The walls are white. The ceiling is white. The bedsheets I’m lying on are a stark, clean white.

It’s all so bright and polished it makes my head hurt even more.

I push myself up on my elbows, and the room ...